The violent sound of the helicopter finally subsided, the rotors winding down. Grace knew instantly they had arrived in Mexico. It wasn't just the stark shift in the scenery inside them, but the very quality of the air. When the cabin doors slided open, the breeze that swept in was thick and laden with dust, carrying a scorching heat that felt entirely foreign compared to the crisp, manicured atmosphere of Tate’s estate.
She looked out across the landing strip, her heart dropping as she took in the desolate landscape.
The large man unbuckled his harness, his boots clanging against the metal floor as he stood over her. He reached out a hand toward her arm, a mocking grin stretching across his weathered face. "Get off the helicopter, sweetheart. Or do you need a little help stretching your
